V DAY; cupid come

AT THE BAZAR. walking around the little shops trying to not let anyone get to my eye. they mostly have the same in every door so i keep walking longing for surprise. then theres a teenager. it does it, its eyes catches mine then down to the fingers and it says thats nice what does it say? I H R A what does it mean i ask hoping it would have associations in this land for us to put stories in. it doesnt know moving on taking the next hand L I L L. its a name, i say. BROTHER SISTER, FRIEND? WIFE. it has already sold me safran and fezes. it doesnt wanna let me go. we re standing there with IHRA LILL in our hands. holding on to us it leads me to the corner of the little shop. the APRODISIAQUE. for u, for IHRA LILL, it says. IF YOU TAKE THIS YOU CAN MAKE LOVE 5 TIMES IN THE NIGHT says the jar. of course i take it.

post turk and split by borders again but hoping ur feeling my endless boner reaching out to ur heart tonite baby valentine ILL A

+ it must be old enough for the heart to bleed or does this not have an age? i am sure my heart was a lighter one ten years ago but then again im late, always was and lucky to have that long childhood free of blood more than most. i am growing up and all hearts owns this day. the sneakier blood has left me happy at the malnourished side of life where the this aprodisiaque is swallowed with sect, i put my love in familiar places, hause, soft bod and the kumpir, the week trad boner of a potato into my face, now x 5, safran, tender, everturk. kiss